Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Andorra and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Warsaw to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Deakin,
The Victims,
AZ,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
Pole,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.